In the Rapture of Infinity

A far off goal of a distant dream

Calls me from the slumber of my days.

The hours lengthen quickly into years,

Recurring habits harder to dislodge

Than mountains men once moved alone by faith.

I labour in a garden built by love

Beneath the burning sun; the breezes chill

And memories of dead I knew and loved

Return to me at every season's end.

I am saddled by the past, restrained by fate

And still the voice beseeches me to leap

Beyond the little self, this tomb of grief,

Free the body from the yoke of time

Obliterate the heritage of birth,

Ascend to truth, let silence be the guide,

Cast out the demon doubt and still the mind,

In the eternal verities abide.

Self-deprecation is Ego turned inside out,

But Ego nonetheless in another guise.

The true humility is found in love

That gives yet asks for nothing in return.

"Seat your being firmly in the light

That breaks the iron mould of doubt and pain,

In the radiant undying moment live

And offer all, the splendid sacrifice,

To finally achieve the soul's desire.

Shun despair that draws down to the depths

And sorrow's stranglehold upon the heart,

Be done with tears, commend yourself to life.

In the rapture of infinity reside."